DEATH OF A HUSBAND

 

After the death of my second husband

I try to write daily.

It doesn’t relieve the sex urge

but it does engulf the use of hands

to open doorways to hearts with

no knowing effects to the albumen

of egg-shelled loneliness.

I will not be tumbled for again,

but slow measured stepping shall

alleviate the storming of the flow

of my heart.

 

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017

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